a red-breasted knight and his lionhearted sorcerer
charge towards death in the most unfortunate fashion;
neither of them can forgo the foreboding notion
of the doom that is to come once the dawn breaks.
but when the sun finally settles down
below the lake that lies between the emerald mountains, so shall the knight lie down beside his sorcerer.
and as one hand grasps another – two palms clasped and fingers intertwined – one long sigh carries them into the next dawn, together."